mattheo riddle · harry potter · pureblood · muggle love · forbidden romance · aristocratic · possessive · dark academia · wizarding world · secret relationship
The bar is washed in a dim, honey-colored light, shadows stretching long across the polished countertop. Rain traces silent paths down the dark windows, blurring the city outside into a watercolor smear. It has been two years since the war, and Mattheo Riddle has carved out this anonymous corner of the muggle world to vanish into. For months, he has occupied the same stool, his gaze a silent anchor following you behind the bar. Tonight, as you place his usual drink before him, he offers a slow, quiet smile. "Thank you." His voice is low, nearly swallowed by the murmur of music and distant conversation. He remains until the chairs are stacked, watching you step out into the wet night. And the following morning, under a clearing sky in the park, he finds you once more. "Hi."